Not only was this Sunday's class full of drama (see previous post), it also forced me to face one of my greatest fears....The Pink Tights.
Many of the bloggers I follow have blogged about the horrors of The Pink Tights. Unless you are a stick insect, Pink Tights make your thighs look very, very scary. You cannot hide from The Pink Tights. They will find you, put a spotlight on your popo, and make you squirm with insecurity. This post from Pointe Til You Drop is one of my favorites on the subject. Now, I will wear The Pink Tights if I have booty shorts or a ballet skirt to go over them (and my thighs), but a leotard with seulement Pink Tights? Quelle horreur!
Well, on Sunday, I switched out my usual ballet bag, and when I got to class, realized I had left my shorts in the other bag. I didn't have a scrap of fabric to cover myself, just my leotard and The Pink Tights.
This is embarrassing, but I legitimately freaked out for a minute, and contemplated leaving class. Luckily rational thought set in and I realized no one is going to be looking at my thighs except me. Even my friends in class are more preoccupied with their own dancing - they aren't going to judge me for the way I look. And if they do, well, I don't need to be friends with them.
So, I stood up tall, grabbed a barre, and did the whole class - in just The Pink Tights. I feel like I have passed some balletic milestone, a sort of right of passage. Granted, I hope I never, ever have to do that again, but you know what? I did it. I faced my fear, and just danced. And isn't that really the point, and the lesson we all need to learn? It's not about you, and it's definitely not about your insecurities. It's about the art, and we are lucky to be a part of it.